After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

After finally understanding what Hilda's "it's over" meant, Bruce couldn't help but find it very funny.

He coaxed Hilda for a long time, and assured her that the housekeeper would not have any bad impression on her because of this little incident. Then Hilda lay down relaxed, took a long breath, and quickly fell asleep beside Bruce.

She was so tired, and Bruce Wayne was as tired as she was.

After he came back in a hurry, before he had time to properly sort out the information he got today, he had to "dress up" back to Bruce Wayne's appearance and lie on the bed waiting for Hilda to come back.

But now, everything is going very smoothly, Hilda has not noticed anything, maybe he should get up and go to work, after all, this is in line with his character setting of "sleeping for a few hours" last night...

He thought so, staring at Hilda's sleeping face, he half embraced Hilda, and slowly closed his eyes...

The wind rolled up the corner of the curtain, and the light and shadow swayed, but it didn't disturb the two people's sleep. The frowning Wayne embraced his girlfriend who could explode the hammer and kill the crocodile, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Bruce was still asleep when Hilda woke up.

She watched her boyfriend with her eyes open for a while, wondering why darling Bruce was frowning in his sleep—could it be some kind of nightmare?

She stretched out her hand, tapped Bruce's eyebrows in the air, then stood up carefully and walked out of the bedroom.

It was almost noon.

The old-fashioned clock hung on the wall of the corridor. Hilda walked to the spiral staircase and looked down. The living room of Wayne Manor was filled with sunlight. Jason was sitting on the sofa reading a book. The butler beside him was holding a plate in one hand and Put a plate of cookies on the small coffee table by Jason's hand.

There is verdant greenery outside the square French windows, and the sound of birdsong can be faintly heard.

Hilda walked down the stairs slowly, and she glanced at the butler uncomfortably: "...Morning, oh no, good afternoon, Alfred, and...Jason."

The butler smiled, as if he really didn't intend to ask about the little accident he witnessed this morning: "Good afternoon, Miss Hilda."

Jason held back the chill: "...good afternoon."

He was holding the book, fidgeting a little, thinking whether he should go back to his small room with the book.

"Are you hungry?" Alfred asked softly, "Perhaps I should prepare you some lunch."

Hilda was indeed a little hungry. She put her hand on the handrail at the end of the stairs and rubbed it for a while: "...Bruce is still sleeping now."

"My lord is always like this," Alfred said calmly, "You don't have to keep the same routine as your lord, after all, it's not worth following."

"I heard you, Alfred." Bruce Wayne yawned, and walked down from the second floor wearing slippers. Maybe the carpet absorbed the sound of his landing, and Hilda didn't hear him coming downstairs, " Hi Hilda and Jason, how did you sleep well last night?"

He winked nonchalantly at Hilda, implying that she would cooperate with his acting.

Hilda: No, dear, did you forget that I told you that the housekeeper knew I had gone to your room.

She was silent for a while, and decided that it would be better to cooperate: "I slept soundly."

"Me too." Jason said, he could have slept more soundly, if the couple in the manor hadn't acted like a demon.

Everyone looked at each other and couldn't help showing false smiles.

"I'm going to prepare lunch now." Ah Fu said, and then left the living room.Hilda and Bruce found a random place and sat down.

Jason felt on pins and needles—he didn't know why Hilda was sitting across from him, and was always staring at him, when Bruce was sitting next to her?Why doesn't she pay attention to her boyfriend, but to him, Jason Todd?

... Could it be because he was adopted by Bruce and became a thorn in Hilda's side?

No way!He wasn't his own, so Hilda wouldn't have arranged for herself the script of Cinderella's stepmother, right? !

He was fidgeting for a while, and finally stood up with a "teng" sound: "I, I'm going to the bathroom!"

Bruce: "...please?"

Jason put down his book and turned into the corner corridor.

"I'm going to the toilet too." Hilda stood up immediately.

Bruce grabbed her hand, leaned his head back slightly, and looked lazily into Hilda's eyes: "...is it really going to the bathroom?"

Of course Hilda would not lie to him: "No, I'll talk to Jason."

Bruce: "You mustn't scare him into tears."

Hilda was amused: "How is it possible, how can I be so scary!"

——Then you don't know much about your image in Jason's mind.Bruce smiled, and slowly let go of his hand.

She quickly chased after him, and soon caught up with Jason who was still in the corridor, put his shoulder on his shoulder and said, "Jason!"

Jason was startled, he turned his head vigilantly, stared at Hilda and said, "...what are you going to do?"

"I want to talk to you."

"What do we have to talk about..." Jason swallowed, "I've always kept to myself. Ever since I was adopted by Bruce, I've been the most obedient kid in Gotham, a law-abiding citizen of Gotham!"

Hilda: ?Why does this sound so familiar?

Hilda: "I'm not asking you this." She exerted a little force on her hand, and lowered her head to get closer to Jason, so as to exert some pressure on him. "Tell me, how did you and Bruce meet?"

Jason: "I helped him find the tire..."

Hilda taunted: "The tire was stolen by you, right? Steal it first and find it later?"

——Actually, I didn’t guess wrong, after all, he did steal Batman’s tires that night, and then he was adopted by Bruce Batman Wayne because of a series of mistakes.But, who would have known that Batman was the playboy Bruce Wayne?The most powerful screenwriter in Hollywood would not dare to write like this!

Jason couldn't tell Hilda Bruce's secret identity. He racked his brains to come up with a perfect script to deal with Hilda, so he was silent for a long time... Fuck, what if he couldn't think of a reasonable script? ?

He opened his mouth: "Actually..."

"Actually, you found out about your conscience and reformed yourself for a while, but by mistake, Bruce found out about your miserable childhood, so he simply adopted you as his own son out of kindness?" Hilda asked.

Jason choked: "...Yes, that's it."

Hilda: "Hehe, do you think I would believe such nonsense?"

Jason: Fuck

He summoned up his courage and puffed up his chest to the devil, "Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth."

Hilda looked at him with a half-smile for a while, then stood up straight, and patted his shoulder: "...All right, I don't bother to look for the so-called 'truth' anymore, after all, things that have passed are not The important thing is the future and the future - it is said that Bruce's last son has run away from home, although I don't know why, but I don't want to see this story repeated in the future, you can only be the son of the Wayne family , or dead Jason Todd, you know what I mean, Jason?" she said with a smile.

Jason: What do you mean bind me to Bruce?Although you don't know Bruce Wayne = Batman at all, the cooperation between the two of you is really in place.

He decided not to tell Hilda that Bruce Wayne = Batman, so that when Hilda discovers the truth, he will be able to watch her jokes!

He pretended to be well-behaved: "...I know, I won't."

Hilda nodded to him with great satisfaction: "Very well, I'm very happy! Don't worry, I'm not a devil—as long as you are still Bruce's adopted son, I will take good care of you, what Maroni black Mask... as long as someone dares to bully you, you can call me immediately, and I promise to beat them until they can't tell the difference between east, west, and north."

Jason was silent, although Hilda's words did give him an inexplicable sense of security that "there is someone above" - ​​and this sense of security was what he hoped for before he was adopted, but now he is Batman's student , future superhero!He has sublimated his thoughts long ago, and he no longer wants to be a member of Gotham's quagmire.

...does Batman know that his girlfriend has gangs everywhere?

He thought suffocatedly, looked at Hilda hesitatingly, then obeyed his conscience, "tactfully" persuaded: "...You, you should stay away from Penguin, there is no future for gangsters. "

Hilda: "?"

She was a little confused, and even felt that she had been misunderstood: "I'm not a gangster!"

Jason: I can't help you if you're so dishonest.

He said speechlessly, "...Oh, okay. I'm just making a suggestion. After all, Bruce doesn't seem to like Penguin very much."

Yes, Bruce does not like Penguin.

Within hours of Hilda hearing that assertion from Jason, she heard it again from Bruce.

"...I do have some small opinions on Penguin." He said implicitly. At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, with a coffee table stacked with thick documents in front of him. Sunlight shone through the French windows on the left. Projected on Bruce, it also fell on the nib of his silver malachite-encrusted Marlboro Rollerball.

While he was carelessly signing the document, he kept looking up at Hilda who was sitting not far away, eating a small cake and drinking a drink: "...he is really the worst boss in the world, to ask you to go out at such a late hour Go to work." He paused for a moment, and then there was a hint of grievance in his tone, "And you also heard his attitude towards me... that was really unfriendly, and, the most annoying thing is, he actually said that you are right I'm just having fun."

Hilda choked, she leaned forward, and looked at Bruce eagerly: "...Honey, you must never believe such nonsense, how could I just play around with you?"

"That's what I thought," Bruce said sweetly. "If you were just playing with me, you'd have had it after last night."

Hilda: ...That's not the case.

She folded her arms guiltily and leaned back: "Yes, yes. If I was just playing with you, I should have withdrawn a long time ago. Why would I stay here all the time hahahahahaha—"

Bruce looked at her with a smile, and suddenly said nonchalantly, "Hilda, what do you think of Superman?"

Hilda was a little confused: "What?"

Bruce put down the pen in his hand and looked at Hilda: "... Everyone says that Superman's figure is synonymous with perfection. What do you think? Do you like him...?"

In Hilda's mind, the imitation version of Superman's protruding figure that he saw last night instantly appeared.

She: "..."——What kind of proposition is this made by the devil? ?

"No," Hilda shook her head violently and looked at Bruce sincerely. "Who said Superman's body is perfect? ​​In my heart, you are the most perfect. Believe me, compared with you, Superman's body is tasteless." tasteless, I swear."

Bruce was noncommittal: "I don't like Superman."

"Coincidentally," she replied immediately, "I don't like Superman as much as you do."

He had a half-smile: "I don't like Batman either."

Hilda: "We're literally on the same page—me too!"

Bruce: "However, if I have to make a ranking, I don't like Penguin even more."

"Actually, I don't like Penguin either," she said honestly.

Bruce asked, "Then why are you still working for him?"

"Because I like Penguin's money, and bank cards."

Hilda stood up, squeezed onto the sofa beside Bruce, looked into his eyes, and said seriously: "My dear, believe me, I will never like what you don't like, as long as the Penguin's money can't be cheated, I will I immediately set up my own family. In fact, I think that day is not long."

"...So," Bruce asked softly, "is your current job dangerous? Can you tell me what you did? . . . I'm worried about you, honey."

"..." Hilda couldn't help falling into silence—can you tell Bruce about the work?What did the Penguin say last night to keep it a secret, but... Bruce wouldn't tell Batman anyway?As long as Batman doesn't know about it?

She thought optimistically, ignoring some intuition that something was wrong in her heart, and then nodded affirmatively to Bruce: "If you want to know, of course I can tell you! As long as you don't tell others."

"Don't worry," Bruce smiled, "how would I tell anyone?"